She shifted on the sheets, wanted to tell him that she was plenty ready, and had been practically since the second she realized he'd been waiting for her. But she'd rather die than admit that.
He kissed her, and to her shock it didn't betray any of the aggression she could feel simmering under his surface. Instead his mouth took hers in soft sucks of his lips, sweet, slow thrusts of his tongue. Making her chase his tongue with her own, making her crave more with every caress.
Oh, God, he was good. He kissed her for what seemed like hours, until she was arching off the bed, trying to rub her nipples against his chest, her legs and arms pulling against the restraints in their need to wrap around him, pull him close so she could find some relief in the feel of his skin against hers.
Yet he kept his body bent so it was just out of reach, his hands seemingly glued to the mattress as he touched her only with his mouth on hers. Driving her insane until she could feel her pulse beat everywhere, the tips of her fingers, her toes, in the tight peaks of her nipples. And most of all, her pussy which was throbbing with a need so sharp it verged on pain as she ran hot and wet in anticipation.
Finally, he moved his hands to cover her breasts, his cupping and caressing. As his mouth trailed down her neck and chest, his thumbs traced her nipples in ever shrinking circles. She held her breath as he got closer, closer...
Then he stopped short of brushing the hard swollen peak that was begging for his touch. He repeated the process with his tongue, and Carla whimpered as she arched off the mattress, silently begging him to lick her, suck her like she needed.
But he was relentless, teasing first one, then the other breast with those almost but not quite there caresses that had her panting and straining at the ties that held her fast.
His mouth continued its torture as his hand skimmed down her belly. Her muscles tightened in anticipation, even though she feared she wasn't going to find relief any time soon.
And she was right. As with her breasts, his fingers tormented her, combing through the small patch of curls at the top of her mound, stroking her inner thighs, sliding along her smooth outer lips but despite the nearly frantic thrusts of her hips never delving inside where she really needed him.
“Please, Sam,” she said, her humiliation at begging not strong enough to keep her from doing it. “Please, I need you to touch me...” Her pleas ended on a groan as his mouth slid down her stomach. He bent his head between her legs and his tongue flicked out to taste the skin of her inner thigh. He lifted his mouth higher, and Carla thought she was finally going to get some relief. Frustrated tears pricked her eyes as she felt nothing but the whisper of Sam's breath over the throbbing but of her clit.
Still, she yearned closer, convinced that even a stronger puff of air would push her mercifully off the tightrope. “God, Sam, please, please, please,” she said almost frantically. “Please stop teasing me.”
“Tell me,” he said, his voice tight as he ignored her and pushed himself back up her body so his face was again level with hers, the thick length of his cock throbbing torturously against her belly. “When was the last time a man made you so hot you were begging for it? When was the last time you needed to be touched, to be fucked so bad you'd do practically anything for it?”
Her head thrashed against the pillows. “Never,” she said mindlessly, unable to keep the words from spilling out. “Never with anyone but you. You're the only one who makes me crazy like this―”
Her words broke off as his mouth covered hers, and this time there was no gentleness as his lips sucked greedily at hers and his tongue thrust in to tangle with hers. He pulled back, and in her daze she saw his hands moving in the candlelight.
The sound of foil ripping was like a miracle. Within seconds he covered himself and was kneeling between her legs, his hands cupping her ass as he lifted her off the bed to receive him.
She cried out as the thick head of his cock parted her and he entered her with one swift, merciless thrust. She came before he was even halfway inside, her body shaking and jerking against the restraint as her pussy milked his cock hard. Her mouth opened on a silent scream as he held her hips in a grip so tight it should have hurt, pounding into her as her orgasm washed over her in a relentless wave.
Sam cried out, arching above her with his head thrown back, his face tight with pleasure as he jackhammered into her, hard and fast and deeper than anything Carla had ever felt. Unbelievably, she felt herself responding again, her body tightening around him in response to the heavy thrust and drag of him moving inside her. She could see his stomach muscles clench, feel his body tighten as he approached his peak.